The Opening Run Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDEDFGFHIGIJFKFK LMLMNLNL

The rain sodden grass in the ditches is dyingA
The berries are red to the crest of the thornB
Coronet deep where the beech leaves are lyingA
The hunters stand tense to the twang of the hornB
Where rides are re filled with the green of the mossesC
All foam flecked and fretful their long line is strungD
You can see the white gleam as a starred forehead tossesE
You can hear the low chink as a bit bar is flungD
The world's full of music Hounds rustle the roverF
Through brushwood and fern to a glad 'Gone away 'G
With a 'Come along Pilot ' one spur touch and overF
The huntsman is clear on his galloping greyH
Before him the pack's running straight on the stubbleI
Toot toot too too too oot Tow row ow ow ow 'G
The leaders are clambering up through the doubleI
And glittering away on the brown of the ploughJ
The front rank hands down have the big fence's measureF
The faint hearts are craning to left and to rightK
The Master goes through with a crash on The TreasureF
The grey takes the lot like a gull in his flightK
There's a brown crumpled up lying still as a dead oneL
There 's a roan mare refusing as stubborn as sinM
While the breaker flogs up on a green underbred oneL
And smashes the far away rail with a grinM
The chase carries on over hilltop and hollowN
The life of Old England the pluck and the funL
And who would ask more than a stiff line to followN
With hounds running hard in the Opening RunL

William Henry Ogilvie



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